Hurriedly the cashier led Micheal and the doctor to the reception to show them the heir. Neither the doctor nor Micheal knew it was the same Jamole that the doctor had been cursing.Both men were expecting to see a spectacular figure.But they met the shocker of their lives when they scurried to the reception.“Boss, about the bill you paid, I have brought it to the notice of the doctor and surgery will commence soon.” The cashier bowed as she spoke to Jamole whose legs crossed so proudly.The doctor and Micheal had already been stuck at a spot upon seeing who the cashier was bowing to. The doctor swallowed hard but there was total dryness in his mouth; all of a sudden there wasn’t saliva in his mouth. He stared gaping at Jamole.“Jamole?” Micheal exclaimed, staring around for another personality who could possibly fit in as the heir because the person seated right before him was the husband to a beggar whom he knew too well. “Jamole?” he called for the second time and wished he could
Roger had never been so unperturbed in his life; often than not he would stand up and peep through the window to see if Susan was forth coming. He had been at the café for more than an hour now, waiting for Susan to honor the date.After he dated Stella, he seemed to have lost his skills as a playboy. He needed to culture a typical skill to woo the daughter of the richest man in Antipolo. He never for once considered Susan’s disability. To hell with that.All he needed was the money; the Swan’s multibillion dollars investment; he wanted to be the heir and nothing was going to stop her; he wasn’t too sure if other classic solid men had shot their advances.God willing he could be the only admirer who would win the heart of Susan and become the heir.While he sat quietly to his chilled whisky sour, his thought was interrupted when the screeching of tyres sounded somewhere outside. He tilted his neck and perceived his date had arrived.She came in a convoy of Lamborghini Urus, Lamborghini
Jamole was stiffened down his spines after failing to see much of Jade, when he resumed work. Jade had earned his loyalty ever since he replaced his shoes, so he had taken it as a duty to keep his head up and stand in for him.Jamole was more than a brother to him now.All through the work hours, Jamole wasn’t in his best of mood; his mind churned with fear and worry; he perceived Jade was in trouble which must have kept him from work. And dishearteningly Jade’s phone wasn’t reachable.“Where is this kid? I just hope he is safe,” Jamole murmured under his breath while he dusted the hallway and exit.The hall way and exit were Jade’s portion but because he didn’t see him coming any time soon, Jamole took it upon himself to clean up those areas.The other day Jade had told him where he resided with his mother, so he had planned to pay a visit after work today. He needed to know what fate had befallen him for staying out of duty.***After work Jamole didn’t hesitate to check up on Jade;
With arms pocketed Raca advanced to them; his Indian accent dominating his tone. “Jade. I still can’t believe till this moment your properties are still littering my compound. It is causing nuisance to the environment. I need you to leave my compound entirely!” he howled.Jade went down on his knees and molded his arms, grieffully bowing to him. “Pleas Raca, I want you to show us mercy. My mother is a widow and I am only but a janitor, please give me more time to fix this rent…”“To hell with you, Jade!” Raca beamed, gesturing at him, “Haven’t I tried for your wretched family. I allowed your poor father stay in my house thinking he was going to pay off the rent but the pauper died leaving behind the rent for your miserable soul to pay.”Jamole swallowed hard and grinned; it hurt him so much that Raca called Jade’s late father pauper. It reminded him nothing other than the horrible poor life of his late parents on the street where he was raised.“Right now you are dealing with me and no
“My son, we are doomed,” Jade’s mother, a blonde-haired, chubby woman wailed. “We are literally homeless. What sort of life is this? Isn’t it better we die and have a peaceful rest in the underworld… she lamented.Gazing down to their properties, Jade was dawned by the reality. They were out on the street, in the cold , arms folded with no certainty about a breakthrough and a hopeful future.All that Jade could do was cry and stare at the sky. His mother kept getting worried. “Who do we know, my son?” she queried, “I have been out on the street, sourcing for funds from every passer-by. No one seems to be of help. Just like every poor family out there, we are unfortunate people. With no acquaintance with the rich, we certainly have no edge over life.”Jade winked back tears. He dared to speak but his lips trembled. Some minutes ago Jamole had left him with the most optimistic word ever; God will provide.And if indeed God will provide, it would happen through a Croesus, a mogul, a dee
Jade’s mother swallowed hard; she winked to be certain about what she just saw; but of a truth reality was playing before her. It was too real to be true.A bunch of keys to a duplex?“How come?” she asked, peered at the document and felt the keys, “Did you expect anything from a billionaire? Or do you have any billionaire as friend?”she asked yet further, stared in surprise, and her mouth gaped.Jade turned his gaze to her. “That should be the question, mom. Do I have any billionaire as friend? Never! I can’t point to any at the moment. All my friends are broke ass. Andre is a poor janitor just like me, Jamole? Hell no. I am even better off than him. He is not anywhere close to wealth, so I wonder where this gift could be coming from.”Jade gazed upon the document once more to see if the sender left any identification or address. But he was disappointed. He raised his stare on the dispatch rider, who still hung to his smile.“Please who could be this generous giver?” he asked and poin
Jamole’s worries superseded; and it was nothing other than the land in the Acrid Forest and Hinterlane which had failed in attracting buyers over the past months. He had expected such delay but certainly not forver.Recently after his duty at Swan he would ride his scooter to Acrid Forest and Hinterlane where he would behold the canopies of land he bought in the name of investment.Hundred million dollars loan always rang in his head, whenever he thought about Acrid Forest and nothing had scared him than losing his inheritance to Antipolo Bank should he fail to repay back the loan.There was no way he could repay the loan than selling the lands and to sell the land he would have to market it to money bags in Antipolo who would appreciate its value before making purchase..Looking at himself in the mirror he was good to go. Although he didn’t look anyway like an executive marketer yet he was going to take a shot and see if he could sell those lands.Time was fast spent and he wouldn’t
In a jiffy Jamole was led into the sky scraper and was finally opportuned to meet with Zhang Meng in person.Ordinarily if it were in his poverty days Zhang’s exquisite spacious office would have offended his vanity but ever since he became heir to Swan, luxury wasn’t strange to him anymore. And first class life didn’t seem too special to him anymore.After bowing, he stood staring engagingly at the short, strong featured, ponytail-haired Chinese billionaire before him. He had about ten well-suited burly security flanked around him and five servants who attended to his immediate needs.Zhang Meng was a big name in Antipolo, and he was one of the deep pockets ajamole had been clamoring to do business with.On the desk Jamole could see the tons of awards he had won over the years and he could tell Zhang was still the best in automobile in Antipolo. He hoped Zhang would give him maximum attention and not be an ass.But now he had come to discuss business with the richest Chinese in Antipo